Mr Officer

Written by: Woodrow Lucas

Mr. Officer?
Mr. Officer your job is hard I know,
Policing men and women as they travel to and fro,
You have a thankless duty sure it’s true,
For just as you hate crime many criminals hate you,
But this I need to grasp good sir this I need to see,
In the way that I fear you do you fear me?
When you are called out to a crime scene and you sense that danger is near,
Do you double over in anguish? Do you feel this throbbing fear?
When you see a gun pulled out against you, do you feel as though you might?
Explode from trepidation and sink despairing into fright,
Because I must be honest from the time that I was young,
I have felt as though you hunt me and when I see you I think to run,
As fast as feet can carry for I seek not to be the one,
Whose dark shadows you cast your lights upon like hunters to a deer,
Mr. Officer, I must implore you, do you feel this fear?
That I feel every time I see you and every time I think of law,
When I think of the rights of my brothers that you trampled as no one saw,
Or if they saw they chose to ignore you as you beat me like a dog,
Of if they saw they chose to ignore you as you hunt me in this fog,
Of rancid hatred and dark musings I seldom share,
Of pain throughout my soul as you fix on me your stare,
Mr. Officer, I must ask you, when you step into your car,
Do you feel like a hunted animal or an insect in a jar?
Do you feel the heat of Tasers as they shock your skin and back,
Do you feel like a beast that has been cornered teeth glaring and poised for attack,
Mr. Officer, there was a time when I sought your protection but now I know your mind,
I feel like you have very little desire to protect me and those of my kind,
So I simply try to stay far away from your supposedly protective glare,
Because I can feel your eyes upon me as they strip my spirit bare,
Of the esteem that a man might come to expect in a world that was just and fair,
And perhaps one day when our eyes meet and we are locked in a poignant stare,
You will feel for just a moment what it feels like in your gut,
To be hunted like a creature and stepped on like a mutt,
Mr. Officer?, Mr. Officer? Can you feel the hatred in my tone?
Do you hate me as I have come to hate you as you turn my heart to stone?
Mr. Officer, You have a thankless duty sure it’s true,
For just as you hate crime many criminals hate you too,
But this I need to grasp good sir this I need to see,
In the way that I fear you do you fear me?